can we talk?
I was thinking more recently that,
well,
you've been missing from my bedside
you've been missing from my mind
I didn't see you this morning
I wasn't upset or anything,
just worried
you always helped me through it all
I don't know how to listen
I don't know how to speak
without you here, helping me
she says you're bad
you've ruined me before
but I'm not okay
when you're not here anymore
two weeks gone and I'm still here
she says I'm getting better
but you've come home to listen
and I'm done with the tears
